Man of Colours

And he says, "I I am a man

A simple man, a man of colors
And I can see, see through the tears
And when I speak to this faded canvas it tells me
And I can see, see through the years

Years of a man, a man of colors"
I keep your face in these picture frames
He can see the empty street below
Years of a man, a man of colors"
I have no need for words anyway"
And I can see, see through the years
Drifts down like a pale perfume
And the scent of the oil and brushes
A simple man, a man of colors
A simple man, a man of colors
And takes a moment to watch the view
He says, "I keep my life in this paintbox
From a window nobody knows is there

And he says, "I I am a man
A simple man, a man of colors
And I can see, see through the years
And he says, "I I am a man
And the old man rubs his failing eyes

And he says, "I I am a man
Years of a man, a man of colors"